Soulmate! Jun

Summary: fluff, soul mate au,

 in which your soulmate’s first words are tattooed along your arm

  • you’ve kind of given up on the whole dating scene
  • tbh you’re too busy finishing school and nobody really catches your eye
  • lowkey waiting for this whole ‘soulmate’ thing to happen 
  • but you really don’t know what the hell kinda situation you’d be in for them to say,
  • ‘that wouldn’t be great’
  • like man what did you do
  • but since the words were korean, you purposely applied to a college in SK
  • even though out of the large population, it’s a slim chance
  • but hey, fate is fate
  • you stay in a small apartment in Seoul with a decent view
  • your a photography major and the city’s very inspiring
  • so much to explore, from the gaffiti, to abandoned buildings, to the street vendors
  • your favorite place is probably this small, aesthetically pleasing, café down the street from your apartment
  • they’ve got food, caffeine, everything you need
  • and damn their wifi is really good
  • you’re a regular there, you often go for breakfast or lunch
  • and just sit there on your laptop doing school stuff
  • basically, you live there, even got permission to take pictures
  • you’re walking out of the café one day and notice a group of guys walking into the dance studio across the street
  • you don’t really pay them much attention, except they’re all really cute, even with their faces covered
  • its one of those moments where you can just tell when someone’s good looking
  • next day you see the café is hiring
  • and so you go for it, you’re a regular, know the menu by heart, and spend all your free time there
  • might as well make some money off of it, lord knows school isn’t gonna pay itself off
  • it’s really rainy one evening and you’re the last employee there 
  • so you decide to just put your music on blast in the café while cleaning up
  • and after your that, you’re just chillin there like, no one’s gonna come in
  • so when you see someone exit the dance studio and notice they don’t have an umbrella
  • you kind of feel bad but remembered that you have an extra in the back room
  • and however shy you normally are, you run to grab it
  • taking a risk of leaving the shop unattended kinda just slips your mind
  • opening your own umbrella, you step outside in the pouring rain
  • he watches as you walk over to him, with your cute little café apron still on and an extra umbrella clung firmly in your hand
  • he can’t help but watch you brave the rain storm just to give him an umbrella
  • “you’ll get sick if you stay drenched" 
  • you say passing him the black umbrella with a cute cartoon animal on the corner 
  • "that wouldn’t be great" 
  • he responds with a slight chuckle before widening his eyes
  • you process it too, even slower than usual with your foreigner mind
  • you both stand there all awkward for a nanosecond
  • “holy shit” 
  • you whisper on reflex
  • you cringe a little, praying he didn’t hear you
  • your like wtf did i just curse at my soulmate
  • his eyes crinkle into a smile
  • “I’m Junhui, Wen Junhui. but you can just call me Jun, for now” he chuckles brightly, eyes lighting up happily
  • “im y/n l/n” 
  • you laugh at the situation, but your eyes show your just as happy
  • “what are you doing out in the rain like this?”
  • he chuckles sheepishly and flips his hair to the side, small water droplets flying off
  • “i lost rock paper scissors with my group members, i’m supposed to get them coffee”
  • you ask him “group? coffee? at 10:00 at night?”
  • by then you guys decide it’s best to get out the rain and hey your running a cafe 
  • and so you make him his coffee, and the 12 other ones he needs
  • meanwhile you guys avidly get to know one another as much as possible
  • “i’m sorry you had to live with ‘that wouldn’t be great’ on your arm. especially when my members where saying how i must have a really sweet soulmate.”
  • he’s just casually leaning against the counter watching you with a small smile and his head titled a bit sideways
  • you laugh, “it’s alright. for most of my life, most people didn’t understand”
  • you learn of his beautiful confidence
  • “i’ve never listened to seventeen before but i’ll definitely give it a shot”
  • “i promise you. there’s no way you won’t like us”
  • and his eagerness to know you 
  • “your a photography major? that’s so cool! can i see your work?”
  • “i have a school project in my bag, ahh i show you when i’m done”
  • and somehow, everything just clicks
  • the conversation never lapses
  • you both can naturally laugh, like when he was teasing some members for not being able to drink coffee
  • and you can’t get over how sweet and light his laugh is
  • and for the first time, your heart flutters and there are butterflies in your stomach
  • when your done with the order, you kinda just stand and stare
  • until he blurts
  • “can I have your number?” 
  • with a blush dusting your cheeks, you type your contact in his phone, boldly labeling it as ‘soulmate y/n ;) <3′
  • and you hand him your phone and he puts ‘y/n’s soulmate<3’ as his contact name
  • you both feel a little disappointed as he’s about to leave, then his face lights up excitedly
  • “how about you just come to the studio! i’m sure the boys wouldn’t mind!”
  • it’s almost 11pm, but
  • is there any other answer besides yes?
  • he waits for you to close up, hang your apron up, and grab your bag
  • your about to open up your umbrella but he stops you, opening the one you gave him
  • “let’s share one” he says grinning cheekily, with a hint of shyness
  • so you both walk to the studio, each carrying a load of drinks
  • his hand grazing yours
  • which you’re both extremely aware of
  • and he barges into the studio, his hand around your wrist, stopping all conversation
  • “i brought your orders and guess what? i got a soulmate for free!” 
  • CHAOS EVERYWHERE jisoos christ save you
  • your not really understanding half of the gibberish the members are telling you
  • “i want to apologize in advance for his cheesiness”
  • “cook hyung lots of spicy food”
  • “take care of one of our mothers well”
  • “don’t be alarmed if his eyes are open when sleeping”
  • “maybe now he’ll call you the fairest of them all”
  • can I call you noona?“
  • eventually, somehow, the members back off
  • but you know they love junhui a lot and are ecstatic to meet his soulmate
  • they give you a moment alone, but unfortunately, he must go back to practice
  • he tells you to sit down comfortably and listen to the song
  • he winks,
  • “watch me and only me.”

Originally posted by pabospoiler

The Seventeen Soulmate AU series:

soulmate! Jun || soulmate! Vernon || soulmate! Vernon (part 2) || soulmate! Woozi || soulmate! Mingyu (carat version) || soulmate! Hoshi || soulmate! Jeonghan || soulmate! Seungcheol || soulmate! Joshua || soulmate! Joshua (part 2) || soulmate! Seungkwan || soulmate! Minghao || soulmate! Dino


Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader

Request: “A Finn Balor where he wants to label their relationship and she wants to keep things the same. She isn’t dating anyone else but hates the pressure. a little angst-y turned sensual? loved the Seth Rollins - Relapse tone you did!”

A/N: Smut on a Sunday? I’d literally have it no other way. 

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Language

Word Count: 6,266

“Yes, and try to ignore all this blood on the floor. It’s just this heart on my sleeve that’s bleeding”

Cold as the winter morning were the tiny fingertips he felt trailing along the side of his neck. In the dry heat of the Houston sun, it was almost therapeutic to feel her press softly against the blossoming bruise she had left on the skin above his heart. 

He knew she loved doing this; waking up before him and tracing over all the little bites and licks she’d left across his pale skin from the night before. She was a painter and his skin was always her favorite canvas; at work and in the bedroom. 

The low hum that emits from his throat as her lips leave feather-light kisses down his stomach lets her know that he’s starting to wake. She pauses once she hears him, lips hovering over his smooth skin, and giggling quietly before continuing her venture. 

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Little Sister Quill P2

Avengers x Reader x Guardians Of The Galaxy

Prompt: You’re the sister of the famous Peter Quill…or Starlord as the galaxy knows him, anyways he finds out that you actually exist and what happened to you when you were young.

Requested by: A few people // @thebookgeeek 

Written By: mrs.stankfa - Anna

Reader: Female

Warning: Language

A/N: You’re about twenty-five
Also sorry because I wrote this at like three in the morning… (yes again)

Originally posted by darlingpanslove

“Oh! So you didn’t know.” You chuckle while turning around again. “Never mind bud, my mistake.”

“My mistake?!” Fury roars in anger. “Do you idiots know what you are setting for as an example for this organization?!”

“I didn’t start a war with my team, so I’m good.” You shrug.

“Oh, damn you savage.” Clint comments.

“That is a low blow,” Steve grumbles from his awkward position underneath you and the passed out Winter Soldier.

“It had to be said.” You mutter with a roll of your eyes.

“Agent Quill!” Fury yells, interrupting the small argument between you and the team.

“What?! It’s my hangover day! You promised you wouldn’t bother me on those days.” You whine.

“This has to do with case 107.” Fury shortly replies, causing you, Bucky, and Steve to shoot up.

“107?! BUCKY!” He screeches.

“I swear that I’m not back there!” Bucky yells, quickly you stand from the tangle of bodies and walk till you’re across from Fury and the group of misfits; your demeanor totally changing.

“Sir, I hope this isn’t like last time.” You comment.

“No, Agent Quill. Go change and meet me in the conference room.” He orders.

You look down at your sparkly dress that was very low cut before looking back up at him. “Yes, sir.”

Conference Room

You swiftly walk into the conference room that Fury had told you to meet him at. It had taken you less than six minutes to change into a leather jacket, t-shirt, jeans, and combat boots. Your H/L H/C hair pulled back into a pony-tail.

It seemed less awkward when you walked into the room where the others that Fury had walked in with seven minutes earlier. They all abruptly stopped their conversation when you stepped into the room, leaving an eery silence until Fury decided to speak up.


“WOAH!” You interrupt while throwing your hands in the air. “Formalities? Am I going to die? Did those tests come back positive?! AM I PREGNANT?!”

“Agent!” Fury yells. “Stop.” 

“Alright.” You mutter while balancing on your toes. “So, why am I here? If it’s a 107…shouldn’t we get going?” 

“Why don’t we start with something else.” Fury offers, completely surprising you at how he was talking to you.

“Start with…what?” You question.

“We’re going to start like we did when I first brought you in.” Fury states while sitting down across from you.

“Oh.” You whisper as your face falls with all the memories that come crashing back into your mind.

“What’s the first thing you remember?” Fury demands.

“Fire.” You quickly answer, not missing a beat.

“Fire?” Fury questions, edging you to explain further.

“Fire. I woke up in a building, a building that was burning to the ground with me inside.’ You coldly reply.

“How old were you?” Fury demands.

“Seven or eight.” You shrug. “I don’t exactly remember because of the smoke.”

“Do you know how you got there?” Fury questions, you pause but slowly shake your head no.

“So, you don’t remember anything before that fire?” The only normal looking guy demands, you nod.

“Y/N, this is Peter. That’s Gamora, Drax, Rocket, and Groot.” Fury introduces after a few seconds of silence. “They’re here to talk to you about 107.”

“T-they are?” You stutter.

“I thought it was obvious.” Fury sarcastically replies.

“Well, it was but….it’s hard to believe with all the false alarms and all” You sheepishly mutter.

“Well, hi Y/N. I’m Peter Quill, and I’m your actual brother.”

Masterpost: Meltdowns

One of the most obviously recognizable autistic traits are meltdowns. Stimming can often be done in subtle ways, allistic-type social skills can often be learned, but meltdowns are simply beyond control. Unfortunately, they’re frequently misunderstood and mishandled by others who don’t realize what they’re seeing.

As always, we want to emphasize that meltdowns are different for everyone. Some autistic people have regular meltdowns. Some experience them rarely or not at all. And they can be caused by different things and experienced differently by different people.

Meltdowns are caused by an overload in the brain. This can be sensory overload, extreme anxiety, emotional distress, or stress: basically, there is too much or something and the brain can’t cope. Whatever the cause, the brain is in a state where it can no longer handle further input.

Many autistic people, especially adults with a lifetime of experience, are able to recognize when they are getting overloaded and are headed for a meltdown. Some people are able to leave the situation which is causing their overload and give themselves time and space for their brains to “catch up” so they can calm down and avoid the meltdown. Sometimes, however, it’s not possible to leave a situation - and sometimes, it’s not clear to the person what is happening. For example, alexithymia might prevent them from being aware that they are getting overloaded. If the person remains in the overload-inducing situation, a meltdown can occur (The person can also experience a shutdown - we’ll get into this in a minute.). Sometimes the meltdown is also caused by internal reasons (anxiety, emotional distress) which can hardly be avoided.

Once in a meltdown, the person no longer has normal control over themselves. The brain goes into “fight or flight” mode. The brain perceives a threat - the cause of the sensory overload, or stress, or whatever people happen to be nearby when it happens. It can also be a vague sense of danger / pain that’s not directed at anything. Logic and reason go out the window, and the person is gripped by a tremendous sense of panic and danger. For some people, their brain is saying: YOU ARE NOT SAFE. YOU NEED TO GET AWAY. Picture a cornered prey animal preparing to fight for its life. That’s the state the brain is in.

The person will then react to the situation as though they are in extreme danger - even if they are logically aware that they are not. Common reactions include:

  • They may physically run away, or try to run away.
  • If they are unable to run away, they may try to hide: behind doors, under tables and chairs, behind curtains, anywhere that presents itself. (Mod Aira has been known to try to hide on the couch, under the cushions.)
  • If approached by other people, they may respond as though they are being attacked (because the brain feels as though they are). This may include screaming, yelling insults and threats, and lashing out physically, punching, kicking, scratching, or even biting.
  • The character may shout things they would never normally say, including threats, slurs, curse words, etc. Alternatively, they may beg for help, to go home, for their mother, etc.
  • They may thrash around and/or stim in extreme ways, or in ways that are out of character for them. This can include self-harm: scratching or biting one’s skin or slamming one’s head against the wall or floor are not uncommon. This is an attempt to calm the nervous system.
  • They may scream, whimper or cry because of the pain they’re in.
  • They’ll probably have trouble thinking clearly or at all.

Throughout this experience, the person may feel physical pain as well as panic. Common descriptions include having bees in your head, feeling like your skin is trying to crawl off of you, feeling like your chest is trying to implode, or having nerve pain that shoots up and down your body.

In addition to panic, the person is quite likely to feel profound embarrassment and/or shame, especially once the meltdown is over and the person is calming down, and especially if it happened in public. They are often aware that what they are doing is irrational, and they know how awful they look while it’s happening, but they cannot control it in any way.

This is an important thing to note: Meltdowns cannot be controlled or stopped once they begin. They are not related to temper tantrums, which they are commonly mistaken for. A temper tantrum is someone behaving in an extreme way in order to get attention or to manipulate others into giving them what they want. A meltdown is in no way voluntary. It is more like a seizure: a neurological event which cannot be controlled or stopped (though it might be shortened in some situations, and can definitely be made worse).

If a character in your story sees the meltdown happen, there are ways to help, and there are ways to make it worse. If the person knows what is happening and what to do, they can help make the meltdown as short and painless as possible in the following ways:

  • Do not attempt to talk to or touch the person melting down unless they have explicitly requested that you do so. Some people may find comfort in pressure, for example, and ask friends and family to give them bear hugs when they melt down, but this doesn’t work for everyone and will make some people worse.
  • If the meltdown is caused by sensory overload, remove as many sources of sensory stimulation as possible. Turn off music (even quiet music, since the person may be extremely sensitive), turn off or dim lights, stop all conversations, etc. If they are able to walk, moving the person out of an overloading setting can be more feasible if the meltdown happens in a public place (supermarket…).
  • If the meltdown is caused by stress, anxiety or emotional reasons, anything which can help reduce these can help shorten the meltdowns. What can and can’t help depends on the person. Asking someone how to behave if they ever have a meltdown in a moment when they’re NOT having one is a good thing to do, as they won’t be able to tell you when a meltdown has already begun.
  • Give the person space and keep bystanders away. Ideally, create a situation where no one is looking at them (seeing eyes looking or staring can increase the sense of threat). Explain that they are fine, the situation is under control, and keep them from gawking. If police are around, explain if necessary that the person is autistic but that they will be fine in a few minutes, and that you are taking care of them. Make sure the person does not perceive any extra threats from people approaching them, which might result in a worsening meltdown and possibly even violence.
  • Once they have calmed down and are ready to talk, don’t make a big deal out of it. Make it clear that you understand this is something beyond their control and that they have no reason to be embarrassed or ashamed.
  • If possible, give the person an escape route. Do not stand between them and the door. Make it clear that they can leave if they need to, and provide a safe space for them to be alone.

Naturally, such perfect “meltdown companions” rarely exist in most autistic people’s lives. Your average well-intentioned friend or family member, and certainly your average stranger, are likely to react in the following ways, and with the following results:

  • Trying to calm the person down by approaching them, trying to soothe them with gentle touches, stroking their hair, rubbing their back, etc. Aside from the potential panic they might feel from being approached by someone (threat!) which can result in violent outbursts, physical contact and hearing someone’s voice can lead to increased overload which can worsen and prolong the meltdown.
  • Trying to force the person to talk about what’s happening. Demanding that they explain what’s going on, asking lots of questions, wanting them to “talk it out”, or just rambling on about how they’re here to help and everything’s going to be okay, etc. Again, the noise can increase overload. Also, the person might be totally unable to process speech and be unable to understand what’s being said, in which case they just hear “I’m not leaving you alone! I demand that you accommodate my need to understand you!” and increase stress.
  • Yell at the person for “throwing a tantrum” or “being dramatic”. It is extremely common for meltdowns to be misunderstood and mistaken for a willful tantrum. Verbal attacks like this will increase the sense of being threatened, worsen and prolong the meltdown, and might provoke violent behavior which the autistic person feels is self-defense.
  • Block exits and prevent the person from running away. If allowed to leave the situation, a person experiencing a meltdown might be able to calm down fairly quickly, but when prevented, the threat level increases - instead of running, they are cornered, and have to resort to other methods to try to get the “threat” away.
  • Making them the center of attention. The person melting down generally needs to be left alone. When everyone is looking at them, trying to “help” them or calm them down, even if all the people around have good intentions, it can make the situation far worse.

The amount of time a meltdown takes to pass depends greatly on the individual and the situation. They can pass in a minute or two, or they can last for upwards of an hour, especially if the person is forced to remain in the situation which triggered it. On average, they tend to end within 15-20 minutes. If left alone under ideal circumstances, they can be shortened dramatically.

When the person feels that the threat has passed and the brain has calmed itself down sufficiently, the meltdown can end. The character can gradually calm down and regain control of themselves. Aside from potentially feeling embarrassed and ashamed, they are also likely to feel exhausted, as meltdowns expend a lot of energy. Some people will even curl up wherever they are (under a table, inside the sofa, wherever) and immediately take a nap. Their cognitive functions (ability to think clearly) might take some time to go back to normal.

That’s all for meltdown. A masterpost about shutdowns will follow shortly, as well as some posts describing the mods’ personal experience with both type of reactions so you can have a concrete example. Happy writing! (Here we are, giving you more options to make your characters suffer. Do you really need that.)

You’re A Sinking Stone

Originally posted by kareligomleeek

Michael Gray x Reader


-“Don’t. Just don’t. I don’t want to hear you say what I think you’re going to say. Don’t speak.”

-Can I request one where you’re dating Michael and the whole Charlotte thing happens and you end up turning to Tommy for comfort?

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a Haz smut where the reader teased for being innocent including Harrison then she proves it to Haz she's far from innocent? I love your imagines by the way :)

Harrison laughed, his eyes shining as he took a long drink from his beer bottle before he continued: “Nah, you the most innocent person I know,” he teased, the group of friends around you all laughing with agreement.

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Cover Up (Jimin x Reader)

Holidays are a mess. So are you. So are your friends. And so is Jimin (especially him).

a holiday collaboration with @taesthetes and @zephyoongist

JOIE DE VIVRE | Yoongi + Hoseok | Namjoon | Jungkook | Jimin | Taehyung | Jin

2.3k words, jimin/reader, fluff, college au.

You’ve decided.

You need new friends.

Better friends, friends that don’t sit behind you and take advantage of your incurable crush on the guy who sits next to you, that don’t continue to tease you, and definitely don’t do what they’re doing right now.

“Hey, Jimin,” Byulyi says, teasingly, through the space between computers. “Your girlfriend says she wants shoes for Christmas.” Beside her, Hwasa snorts and you turn to them, red-faced and exasperated.


“Wait, do you want shoes for Christmas?”

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Year One

Written for @stbigbang organized by the incredible @themikewheelers — thanks for all your hard work Tori!

In happy collaboration with the incomparably talented @telekineticeggos — Check out her amazing piece right here! I’m still yelling over how wonderful it is!

(This is fairly long.) 

I. Winter

With her feverish forehead pressed up against the cool glass of the kitchen window, El looked on wistfully as snowflakes fell in the dim moonlight. They were her favourite kind of snowflake, thick and lush and coating the ground rapidly.  It would almost certainly be the last snowfall of the year, a late gust of winter just at the end of February, before Hawkins was pushed into the inevitable forward momentum toward spring. El felt disappointed that, being sick with what Joyce had called the flu, she was stuck indoors, feeling weak and tired, unable to look forward to tomorrow, a Saturday, spent in the snow with her friends skating, building a snowman, sledding, or doing any of the other fun things Mike, the rest of the boys, and Max had introduced her to in January.

“El?” She heard Joyce’s tired voice calling out to her from the living room and turned away with one last longing glance at the line of trees just beyond their yard, now barely visible through the flurries. El staggered on frail and sore legs back to the makeshift bed that Joyce had prepared for her on the living room sofa—she had been granted unlimited television privileges to make up for her bedridden state.

“What are you doing up, honey?” Joyce asked, gesturing towards the clock that hung on the wall opposite the couch. As she dragged her feet across the carpet, El glanced up at the clock as well. It was nearing ten o’clock.  Joyce sat on the very edge of the sofa, still in the work uniform she had come home in just after eight, her face full of concern as she took in the deep bags under El’s eyes and the pallor of her skin. It reminded Joyce, with a pang of guilt, of the evening they had made Eleven look for Will in that awful place.

“Bored,” El complained, her voice raspy and her throat struggling to emit even that monosyllable. “Can’t sleep.”

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I had a number of people ask for a part 2 to my prompt where Aelin and Rowan met at the age of seventeen (thank you all SO MUCH for the amazing response!!), so here it is!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3


Too soon for Rowan’s liking, the afternoon sun started to vanish in the west. The evening sky turned shades of pink and red. And Rowan found himself wishing he could follow the sun, run to the west and away from here. Away for the painstaking dinner he was about to indoor.

Straightening his tunic, Rowan let a soft, shaking sigh leave his lips. Him and his Uncle were the first and only ones in the beautifully ancient dinner hall. Rowan was taking the few moments of peace to prepare himself, looking out the floor to ceiling window before Queen Maeve showed up.

And before Princess Aelin and her family walked in.

Rowan could feel temperature in the room start to raise as he run a shaky hand through is shoulder length hair. 

Gods. If he couldn’t even think about her, how was he going to make it through a five course meal?

But he couldn’t help it. Her imagine was forever burned into his mind. Her long golden hair and wicked smile. Those startling blue-green eyes ringed with the slightest gold. Eyes that hold a fire behind. The slope of her hips as she walked away from form. The curves of her breasts-

Rowan bit the instead of his cheek. Heart made its way up his neck and onto his face. He tried, tired with all his might and willpower to get the imagine of Aelin out of his head. But it seemed even the mere thought of her loved to make him squirm.

Rowan took another steady breath just as he heard the double wooden doors open.

Heart beating out of his chest, Rowan slowly turned around. Bracing himself to come face to face with the blonde-haired beauty. But he was met by a dark-haired god instead.

“Your Majesty.” Rowan’s uncle dropped into a low bow before The Queen of the Fae. A heartbeat later, Rowan followed his lead.

This wasn’t Rowan’s first time meeting the Queen of the Fae. The first time being when him and his uncle first arrived. The whole time, Rowan didn’t dare look at her to long as she took him in. After that, whenever his uncle met with Maeve, Rowan had no need to be present.

Blood red lips pulled back in a blinding smile, showing off perfect teeth. She dipped her head just the slightest, midnight hair falling over her shoulder, a silent command to rise.

Rowan was aware of the words being spoken between Queen Maeve and his uncle, but he wasn’t listening. He couldn’t hear them over the wild beating of his heart.

He was disappointed Aelin didn’t walk through that door. Gods help him.

Rowan and his uncle followed Maeve to the wooden dinning table. He tried not the swallow to loudly as they reached their seats. A lesser Fae came almost out of air and pulled back Maeve’s seat at the head of the table.

Rowan and his uncle waited until Maeve was seated before pulling out their own chairs on each side of her. Just before they could be seated, however, the giant doors were pulled opened again.

Rowan could feel her presence before he ever looked her way. His heart stopped. Turning, he watched as Prince Rhoe Galathynius of Terrasen walked into the room, with his wife Evalin, and Aedion Ashryver

“Your Highnesses.” Rowan faintly heard his uncle, before his eyes landed on Princess Aelin.

Golden hair was pulled back in a loss, elegant up-do, making it easier for Rowan to take in her blazing eyes and sharp cheek bones. The dress she wore earlier was a little girl dress compared to the figure hugging, long sleeved, deep green gown she had on now. Eyes traveling up, Rowan took in every curve and slope, his face getting hotter and hotter by the second. He glanced at the silver crown on top of her hand before his eyes stopped at her face.

By Wyrd, Aelin was starring right back at him. She held his gaze for a moment before raising a perfect eyebrow, as if to say “like what you see?”.

It was only then Rowan realized how quiet it was in the room.

Blushing from toes to his hairline, Rowan managed to lower into a bow, mumbling “Your highnesses” in a weak, pathetic voice.

He stayed there for a few short moments, collecting himself before standing up again. And Gods, Aelin had that damn wicked smile on her face, eyes still on him.

“Please,” Maeve lifted a wine glass to her smiling lips. It was only then that Rowan noticed she didn’t even bother to stand for the Prince. “Sit.”

Rhoe gracefully walked towards the table, his family following closing behind him. He gave Rowan a once over as he walked by, before dropping into his seat the servant pulled out for him. Evalin at least gave him a small smile before taking her seat. Rowan held his ground, though his face still burned.

The Aedion Ashryver was standing before. Rowan didn’t react as Aedion gave him a hard look over. The two males stared each other down, either one wanting to back down first.

“Aedion.” Evalin’s soft voice was heard. Aedion watched Rowan for a moment longer before backing away.

Rowan took a quick breath through his nose, eyes closed for half a second. He pulled out his own chair and sat down. He met his uncles questioning gaze for a moment, but looked down at the wooden table.

It was only when he heard the chair move next to him that Rowan looked up. And it was only than that he noticed the seating arrangement for the first time.

Rowan swallowed. The Prince of Terrasen was sat at the other end of the table, across from Maeve. While Evalin sat on his right. Aedion took the seat on Rhoe’s left and Aelin—

Rowan couldn’t help by stare as Aelin took the chair next to him. She shared a smile with her mother, Evalin taking her hand and giving it a little squeeze before letting go again. Then, as if she could feel Rowan watching her, Aelin peaked over at him through her leashes. The corners of her lips turned up slightly and Rowan quickly looked away.

It was silent as the servers came out with the first course of what was no doubt to be a long dinner.

“I hope you’re enjoying your stay,” Maeve broke the silence a few moments into eating. She was leaned back in her chair, wine glass in hand. Her eyes flicked to Rhoe.

“We are,” Rhoe nodded, taking a small sip of his own wine. “Thank you once more.”

“Of course,” Maeve’s smile was blinding, violet eyes turning to Evalin. “Anything for family.”

Evalin sent Maeve her known wild smile and Rowan realized then who Aelin took after.

“After all,” Maeve continued on. “Family is very important to me.”

Rowan heard a soft snort from his left. He found Aelin looking down at her food, eyes in mid roll. The sound was so low, that her father didn’t hear it. But everyone else in the room were part or pure Fae.

Evalin sent a sharp look towards her daughter, but Aelin didn’t react. She didn’t even look up.

Maeve took a long sip of her wine. “Which is why I’m so glad you agreed to finally make this trip. For if give me a chance to finally met my niece.”

Rowan felt the air in the room shift. Maeve placed her glass in the table and leaned forward, eyes landed on Aelin.

Slowly, Aelin lifted her head. Everyone at the table watched as Aelin met Maeve’s gaze. A dazzling smile took for on Aelin’s lips. A challenging smile.

“You definitely take after your mother, Aelin dear.” Maeve smile was wild. “Wouldn’t you agree, Prince Rhoe?”

“I would,” Rhoe didn’t miss a beat as he looked at his daughter. “She’s just as beautiful as her mother.”

Aelin turned to her father, and gave him a soft smile. A smile that made Rowan’s heart stop mid-beat before beating through his chest.

And damn him to hell, because Aelin heard.

The conversation around them continued. It was tight and forced, but continued. Not that Rowan was paying attention. He couldn’t take his eyes off Aelin. He could basically see the wheels turning in her head. A wicked smile slowly forming on her lips.

“Do you think I’m beautiful?”

The question was innocent enough, but stopped all conversation around them. Rowan didn’t so much as blink. Aelin turned to him, eyes burning a hole into his very soul. A small, innocent smile played on her face, and Rowan almost missed the amusement behind her mask.

 Rowan’s ears went pink. He quickly looked around the table. Evalin had a small smile on her face. Rhoe watched on with narrow eyes and Aedion was gripping his spoon has hard, Rowan was sure it was bent out of place. His uncle raised an eyebrow at him while Maeve just looked bored.

Gaze back on Aelin, who hadn’t so much as moved, Rowan didn’t know how to get out of this one.

“Yes. Well, I… you-“ Rowan wanted to hate her for the look on enjoyment on her face, the way her eyes lit up at him making a fool of himself. Taking a deep breath, face burning, Rowan turned to his meal. “You’re very beautiful, Princess.”

Silence dragged on for a long, embarrassing moment, before his uncle asked Rhoe a question. The conversation picked up once again.

Rowan couldn’t bring himself to look up. It was bad enough he made a fool of himself eelier in front of just Aelin. But now, he made an idiot of himself in front of Aelin and her family, Maeve and his uncle.

The courses changed. Conversation carried on. Rowan kept looking at his plate. He could feel Aelin watching him, but did his best to ignore it. That was, until something sharp hit him on his leg.

Rowan’s head snapped to his left. He only found Aelin, looking at her meal and eating away. But her face was too innocent.

Rowan turned back to his dinner. They were more than half way done at the point. He could do this.

Another kick in the leg.

Head snapping to the left, Rowan glared slightly, cheeks pink, then Aelin met his gaze. She gave him an innocent look, eyebrow raised.

“You two have met, it seems?”

“Oh yes,” Aelin turned to Rowan’s uncle, giving him a blinding smile. “Earlier this evening, out in the woods.”

“In the woods?” Evalin raised an eyebrow. Rhoe’s hard eyes landing on Rowan.

Gods above, save him, Rowan all but prayed before another soft kick from Aelin’s heels hit him in the leg.

“Mhmm.” Aelin took a sip of her drink. “I stumbled upon Prince Rowan just as he was finishing up training, it would seem.”

“Is that so.” Maeve leaned back in her chair once more, looking anything but interested in the conversation.

Aelin smiled at her Aunt before turning back to Rowan, whose face was on fire. Trying to distract himself, Rowan carefully brought his drink to his lips.

“Rowan here has agree to show me some fighting techniques.”

Rowan all but chocked on his drink, face now blazing.

“Is that so?” Prince Rhoe leaned back in his own seat, gaze never leaving Rowan.

“He’s an excellent fighter,” Aelin continued on, sending Rowan another kick.

“Well then. If my daughter says you’re an excellent fighter it must be true.” Rhoe said. “I’d love to see these fighting techniques.”

Rowan was at a loss for words, and if it wasn’t for a kick under the table, he wouldn’t have said anything.

“Of course, your Highness.”

The topic was dropped after that. Rowan sent once glance towards Aelin, but she was talking to her mother instead.

Rowan didn’t know what just happened.

The second last course came out. Aelin didn’t spoke another word to him for a long while. But the kicks keep coming. Every time her heel touched his leg, Rowan’s blood would boil a bit more. She knew they were destroying him. He knew she did.

It was like clockwork, her kicks. In fact, Rowan almost thought she didn’t even realize she was doing it. That was, until she laughed at something Aedion said from across the table, and her hand landed on his upper tight.

“Stop it!” Rowan jumped up from his seat.

The room went dead quiet. Aedion jumped up from his own chair. Aelin looked up at Rowan, still seated in her chair. She blinked, but that was the only indication of her surprise. 

Rowan was breathing heavy, heart going wild. His eyes face was red, from embarrassment or frustration. Maybe both. Rowan just kept holding Aelins gaze, his eyes narrowed.

Then, she smiled.

A beautifully real smile formed on Aelin’s face. Her turquoise eyes lit up, the gold turning to fire. She smiled up at him, not one bit of wickedness or that calculating cleverness on her face. Just a smile. A loving smile.

And Rowan felt the snap.

He’s heart swelled, eyes widened. His heart was beating against his ribcage and he felt like he couldn’t breath as he stared into those damn beautiful eyes. Rowan didn’t care about anyone else in the room. He didn’t care about Aedion standing on the other side of the table, looking ready to jump him. He didn’t care about his uncle or Queen Maeve.

He didn’t care about any of this as he gazed down at Princess Aelin Galathynius.

Because he was looking at his mate.

Newt Scamander Imagine On Your Side Part 3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 (End)

You took Newt back to your house, not wanting to keep him around MACUSA, when they were already suspicious of him. Part of you felt weird, letting him into your home, but you had little choice. You unlocked the door and pushed him inside, closing the door behind you.

“Start talking Scamander. You’ve got a lot of explaining to do.” You slumped into a chair and waited for Newt to say something. he wrung his hands and looked at you nervously.

“My case is full of magical creatures and they think it’s dangerous, but there’s nothing in there that could hurt anyone, I swear. Something’s going on here (Y/N).” Newt rambled and you believed him, despite everything. You knew he loved creatures and Newt wouldn’t lie about them.

“I believe you Newt, but we’re going to have to prove that they didn’t kill that senator. Do you have any idea who or what it could’ve been?” You asked, standing up and pacing the room anxiously.

“I have some ideas, but I can’t prove anything. It might be an Obscurus, but I don’t know how.” Newt offered and you nodded.

“It sounds logical. Alright, you try to find out about who’s doing this and I’ll talk to Graves. He’s clearly got something against you.” You replied and Newt nodded, stepping closer to you. 

“(Y/N), I’m sorry, about before. I know-”

“Newt please.” Your voice cracked and tears sprung in your eyes, not wanting to relive those feelings. 

“I haven’t talked to Leta since I left and I know I was an idiot. You were my best friend.” Your heart clenched at those words, remembering how you’d wanted to be more than a friend and how hard his neglect had hit. 

“Newt, we’ll talk another time.” You promised, your voice quiet. He nodded and stepped away. The two of you walked out of your home together and you stopped in the street outside.

“I’ll see you later.” You said, but Newt didn’t reply. As you started walking away, Newt called out to you.

“Does this mean you’re on my side?” Newt asked and you stopped, remembering the conversation all those years ago. You didn’t turn around when you replied.

“I’m on the side of what’s right, nothing else.” You replied, still unable to forget the hurt.

You walked into MACUSA, intent on finding Graves. Steeling yourself, you walked into his office and stopped, noticing that he wasn’t there. Hesitantly, you stepped inside.

“Mr Graves?” You called out, but received no reply. Taking a deep breath, you were about to leave, when something caught your eye on his desk. You walked over, narrowing your eyes, as you tried to figure out what it was.

“No.” You gasped, stumbling backwards, as the realisation hit you, that Graves was the one unleashing the Obscurus. As you tried to leave, you bumped into a figure behind you and froze.

“What are you doing in here?” His voice was cold and harsh. You didn’t dare turn around.

“I-I, um, I was looking for you.” You stammered and Graves chuckled darkly. 

“Well, it looks like you found what you were looking for.” You grabbed your wand and faced him, stepping away. He grinned evilly, brandishing his wand. 

“Don’t try anything foolish. It won’t end well for you.” He threatened, but you stood your ground.

“You’re a criminal. You’re trying to expose us.” You shouted back and backed against the wall of his office. Graves walked towards you, cornering you. 

“And you’re the only one that knows about this. A simple spell will deal with you.” He traced his wand over you and you mumbled a spell, sending him backwards.

“You might be able to stop me, but Newt will stop you.” You replied with a confidence you didn’t feel. Graves growled and muttered a spell, sending your wand across the room. 

“Well, I can think of an effective method to deal with Mr Scamander.”

Requests are open

Jeonghan: Why Me?

This is gonna be kinda short but it was something that popped in my head and so I decided why not

“Why are you so quiet around (Y/N)?” Coups was questioning the younger male who always found a nice corner to sit in whenever you came by. None of the other members nor you understood by he just separated himself. It would make more sense if he avoided you altogether but he manages to make small talk and sometimes a conversation with you if you two are alone.

“What do you mean?” avoiding eye contact made it quite clear he was trying to play dumb right now. But what else was he supposed to do if he didn’t want to admit everything going through his head and get taunted by it by his fello members?

“Jeonghan, you know exactly what I am talking about,” Coups took a seat next to Jeonghan on the couch furthest away from you and everyone else. Jeonghan looked straight ahead before letting out a sigh and shaking his head.

“I don’t know.”

“You know, Jeonghan. I know you well enough to know that you do, you just don’t know how to word it.”

“Why are you bringing this up all of a sudden, hyung?” Jeonghan couldn’t help the wave of defensiveness that hit him all of a sudden when Coups kept pressing on the situation.

“It concerns all of us, Jeonghan. (Y/N) especially. She keeps asking if she did something to anger you or if you don’t like her or -” Coups was taken slightly aback when Jeonghan stood up and walked away in the middle of his sentence.

“I’m not dealing with this right now,” the cold tone was evident and traveled across the room, stopping all conversation. Everyone stared at the door Jeonghan opened and closed with a subtle aggressiveness in his simple actions.

“I’ll go check on him,” you stood up and walked slowly to the door and followed his retreating figure down the hall to the open window, “Are you okay?” you stood behind him leaning gently against the wall as you watched his shoulders tense at the sound of your voice.

“I’m fine,” it was kind of scary to see him like this and to hear his voice muffled slightly through his teeth.

“Are you sure? You startled everyone with how you walked out all of a sudden and in an angry fashion,” you began to trail off when his figure only tensed even more.

“Why does it matter, (Y/N)?”


“I said, why does it matter? What does it matter that I separate myself and that I left because I was irritated?”

“It concerns us, that’s why,” you weren’t sure how to react really, Jeonghan had never been this upset around you before. The cold laugh coming from him sent shivers down your spine as he turned around to face you with an unreadable expression.

“No it doesn’t. What becomes the concern is how you feel not why I’m reacting how I am. You’re the concern, not me.”

“I’m concerned then. If your members aren’t even though I know they are, I am concerned about you, Jeonghan.”

“Oh yeah, why? Answer me that,” you didn’t know this Jeonghan. This Jeonghan wasn’t the usual charming and caring Jeonghan everyone knew.

“Why? Because one moment you’re nice, friendly, charming and the next moment you’re closed off. It concerns me to see you suddenly become distant from your members of all people. It concerns me to see a completely different side to you that doesn’t even seem like you. That’s why. Now answer me this, why me? What about me makes you feel the need to become distant, Jeonghan?” you looked at his shocked expression knowing it was because you don’t typically raise your voice too much around the boys.

“Because you’re you. The other members love you so much and seem to just fall for you. I don’t blame them, you’re a very charming person but there’s something about you that makes me just step away. I don’t know if it’s because you’re charming or if it’s because,” he paused and met your eyes before sighing, “Nevermind.”

“Tell me. Please.”

“I step away because I’ve come to realize that seeing you smile and laugh with people who aren’t me makes me sick to my stomach. Seeing the other members make you so happy makes my stomach churn because I want to be the one to make you that happy That’s why.”

“Really?” your voice was quiet and laced with confusion, “I could’ve sworn that you hated me.”

“I couldn’t hate you if I genuinely like you,” Jeonghan stared into your eyes and tried to piece together the confusing mass of emotions, “You don’t feel the same.”

“What? I-I do, I just don’t know what to say. But I do like you, Jeonghan,” you started to fiddle with your shirt and stared at the floor to hide your burning cheeks.

“Then, how about I take you for coffee? As an apology for being so aloof.”

“I’d like that but we should probably tell the other members that you’re okay,” he rolled his eyes before pouting and dragging you back to the practice room where he yelled very loudly that you two were leaving for coffee. You laughed at his grumbling when the members started to tease and ask questions but you stood there thinking, ‘why me?’ You kept asking yourself what made him like you. Hopefully, you’d find out on that little coffee date.

- Admin Sunshine

Jeno Drabble

Anonymous asked:  could i request numbers 94 and 95 with jeno please ? thank you so much (:

94- Why do I date you?

95- You’re embarrassing me

Genre: Fluff / Teasing

You were finally getting introduced to Jeno’s group members, it had been long awaited and you both were looking for the right time. You had spoken to all the members on text before and they had said that they already loved you and couldn’t wait to see you, but now it actually came to you standing outside their dorm you couldn’t help but feel nervous. 

‘Jeno… what if they don’t like me?’

You said anxiously, playing with the rim of your sleeve. You weren’t usually like this but maybe it was because NCT were like a second family to Jeno and you wanted to make a good first impression, especially since they were all he spoke about too.

‘Of course they will like you, how could they not?’

Jeno beamed and ruffled your hair, then he opened the door to the dorm and ushered you inside so you didn’t have any chance to have second thoughts. When you walked further in you saw the members, all of them were sitting on either the sofa or the floor since there was so many of them. They all stopped their conversations and soon all eyes were on you, you gulped and bowed slightly. Jeno patted your back to try and put you at ease and decided to introduce you first.

‘So guys, this is Y/N. My girlfriend.’

‘Hello everyone.’

You said shyly and soon there was an outburst of shouts, all were greetings but soon turned into shouts when whom you believed was Chenle and Haechan jumped up from their spot on the sofa and climbed over it to get to you.

‘Yahhh what did we say!’

Taeyong groaned and threw his head back out of frustration.

‘You’re going to end up giving Taeyong grey hairs.’

Yuta laughed however you couldn’t really bring yourself to concentrate. Haechan and Chenle had eyes on you like a hawk, walking around you and frowning. You jumped in surprise when they flung themselves on you in a double hug, you couldn’t move at all and looked over at Jeno with wide eyes.

‘What are you two doing? You’re making her uncomfortable!’

Jeno said, attempting to pull them both off of you.

‘But I want Noona~’

Chenle pouted.

‘Yeah we’re going to steal her away from you Jeno~’

Haechan teased, sticking his tongue out in Jeno’s direction. Jeno glared at the both of them then turned to you,offering out his hand that you gladly took and lead you to sit down. Everyone smiled over at the two of you, which made you feel a little more comfortable.

They all began to introduce themselves and ask you a few questions about your life and school, then a bit about how you and Jeno actually met and got together. In no time you weren’t nervous and was back to being your complete self.

‘So Y/N… Do you have any embarrassing stories about our Jeno?’

Johnny asked, making every one look at you with curiosity. All but Jeno that is who looked at you as if it was life on the line.

‘Well I do have a few~’

You say and all the boys were practically gathered around you as though it was a camp fire story. 

‘Well Jeno once walked me home and he had tripped over nothing and fell flat on his face. There was another time at school where he accidentally set his book on fire. Oh and the time when he gave me chocolates but they had all melted because they’d been in his bag all day!’

The members laughed as you listed multiple ways Jeno had managed to make a fool out of himself in front of you, but you just smiled as you thought over how cute he was.

‘Y/N stop~’

Jeno moaned, looking at you with sad eyes but the members insisted that you told them at least one more story. You just smirked at Jeno and mouthed ‘one more’ before turning to the crowd you had accumulated.

‘Well one more then, but this is the last one. When I first ever said I love you to Jeno he didn’t actually say he loved me straight away, in fact he got all flustered and ended up thanking me instead~ He did eventually calm down and say it back so it’s okay.’

You giggled as you heard your boyfriend groan into a pillow as the boys erupted into laughter again.

‘’Y/N you’re embarrassing me!

It was time for you to leave the dorms, but luckily Jeno decided to walk you out to your dad’s car. When he shut the door he sighed out of relief, all day he had just been teased over the stories you had told and he knew that when he gets back it’s definitely going to carry on.

‘Why do I date you?’

He said, smiling over at you as he took your hand in his. You just smiled back and shrugged your shoulders, swinging both your arms back and forth. You were overjoyed that the members liked you so much, they had even invited you over again.

Jeno stopped and pulled you back slightly, he lightly lifted your head up and leaned down, encasing your lips with his. It wasn’t too short but didn’t last as long as you would’ve wanted it to, he pulled back and stroked your cheek. You almost melted at his touch and tilted your head into his hand.

‘You don’t even know how long I’ve been waiting to do that.’


I hoped you liked this anon, cuz I really enjoyed writing it! If you want to see more NCT drabbles then go ahead and request, edit and fake text requests are also open. Plus guys we are nearly at 450 followers and we literally just hit 400 like ??? thank you so much~ 

We love you all and we can’t wait when we hit 500!

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Imagine (15) - GLEE

 Anonymous said to imagine-unicornys: Could I request a continuation to the Blaine imagine? I didn’t request the first one but I thought it was interesting and I really enjoyed it.

Here’s part 1

(not my gif)

Blaine Anderson

“I’m not gay,” Blaine admitted. For the first time in months, he felt liberated. No more deceiving, no more hiding.

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked, not catching what he had said. Because it actually sounded like he was saying-

“I’m not gay, I’m straight right from the start,” he repeated, and focused on your reaction.

“Is this some sort of social experiment where your gay friend comes out as straight?” You choked on your coffee, quite taken aback by the sudden confession.

“No,” Blaine chuckled and took a sip of his latte, quite amused by your reaction. At least you weren’t screaming your head off like what he had expected you to do.

“I’m straight, I could kiss you to prove that!” Blaine exclaimed.

“You could, I mean- you could but I wouldn’t,” you replied, still unable to process what had happened.

“Have you told Kurt yet?” You asked, quite concerned about how your glee mate was going to take the news. After all, you could tell how Kurt was all over Blaine during Glee practices.

“Yeah, but I haven’t told him why,” Blaine bit his lip. What was he supposed to say? That he had been using him all this while and had fallen in love with one of his glee mates?

“Of course he isn’t taking it too well Blaine. His boyfriend just told him that he was straight,” you replied.

“Wait, why did you get together with Kurt in the first place if you knew you were straight?” You asked, suspicious of Blaine’s motives. 

“I don’t know if you’re going to get mad at me for this but-” Blaine sighed and began explaining the Warbler’s plot. From how he befriended Kurt to how he got together with Kurt to his motives, to everything.

“You got together with Kurt just to spy on us?!” You raised your voice, unable to deny that you had lost some of Blaine’s trust.

Blaine nodded.

“Unbelievable. All this time, you were lying to me?” you said in disbelief. 

“No! Y/N, I have never once lied to you, well except for the fact that I entered McKinley for the wrong reasons,”

“You lied to me about being gay,” you rolled your eyes.

“And that too,” Blaine replied.

“Kurt knows about this too?”

“Kurt doesn’t know about the whole plot. I told him that I knew I was straight because I wanted to bang Miranda Kerr after seeing her poster on one of the magazines,” Blaine explained.

“I guess that would have been better,” you sighed, unsure of what else Blain could have done.

“Wait- why are you telling me all of this now? It isn’t even near Nationals yet. You’re not planning on recruiting me to be your spy aren’t you? Because I would crush your bones-”

“Because I want to stop pretending to be someone that I’m not,” Blaine said firmly.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he added, clenching his fist.

“None of this makes sense,” you sighed.

“You’re taking this nicer than I expected,” Blaine remarked, taking another sip of his coffee.

“I’ve been through that whole ‘spying’ process, remember? I know how it feels to lie every single day,” you explained. You first entered Glee club to sabotage them upon Sue Sylvester’s request. She had promised you immunity to your recent offence case if you’d succeeded. 

Then being in Glee club had grown on you, and it took you a hell lot of courage to confess to everyone and to earn back their trust.

“So, what’s your plan now?” you asked,

“I’m thinking of confessing to everyone about my dealings with the Warblers and how I have been using Kurt,” Blaine looked down. It was the only thing left to do.

“Wh-what? You’re planning to tell everyone? You’re gonna get kicked out of Glee!” you exclaimed, persuading him not to do so.

“So I’m supposed to continue dating Kurt as if nothing have happened?” Blaine replied.

“No, but you wouldn’t be able to be part of Glee club if you choose to take this path, and Kurt’s going to hate your guts!” you retorted, pleading him not to choose this path.

“I’ve to,” Blaine shook his head and looked down.

“Why? Why are you so hell bent on breaking up with Kurt and exposing your own lies to everyone? Can’t you just lie a little longer?” The truth was, you didn’t want Blaine to leave Glee club. You were afraidof losing him if he’d told the truth. If he couldn’t stay in Glee club anymore, he probably wouldn’t want to continue studying in McKinley.

“I can’t,” Blaine answered, still looking down?

“Why not? What’s the point of telling me first if you’re not going to take my advice?” You raised your voice, feeling annoyed.

“I just wanted you to know that everything I’m going to do, was for you,” Blaine mumbled, unsure of how you were going to react.

“Excuse me?” you uttered.

“I like you,” Blaine blurted out.

“What?” you repluied.

“I’ve been completely infatuated with you the day I stepped into Glee Club and saw you playing imaginary star wars with Artie,” Blaine finally looked up and said.

“I want to have a real shot at chasing you, going out with you on actual dates, a real shot getting you to know the real me,” he added.

“Blaine Anderson, what are you thinking?”  you cried, unable to believe his words.

“I know it’s pretty rash for me to do that. I know I might lose our friendship, but I dare you to admit that you don’t feel the same way towards me too,” Blaine stared intently at you, making you flustered.

“I-I-” you stuttered, not because you couldn’t figure what to say, but because Blaine was right. There were times when you selfishly hoped that Blaine would be straight instead of being with Kurt, and now that it came true, you felt overwhelmed. 

Before you said anything, he kissed you. You had expected to pull away, but you didn’t. Instead, you kissed him back.

“Definitely straight,” you thought. 

“If this isn’t clear proof of what we have between us, I’ll continue with the Warblers’ plan. I’ll continue to date Kurt until he gets bored of me,” Blaine said.


“I just wanted to let you know that you were the reason that I decided to abandon the Warblers, I just wanted to have a chance of being with you,” Blaine explained.


“I’ve gotta go. Don’t worry, I won’t mention your name tomorrow,” Blaine replied as he exited the cafe, determining to do what he had always wanted to do - getting an opportunity.

 “Mr Schue, before you end today’s practice, I would like to say something,” Blaine raised his hand and announced.

He shot an apologetic look to Kurt, who had swollen eyes. You knew that Kurt had been crying non-stop from Blaine’s confession.

“I’m not gay,” Blaine said. Some were gasping, unable to believe Blaine’s words. Some were giving nods, as if they knew Blaine was straight. One in particular, was on the verge of tears.

“What?” Santana blurted out.

“He’s right,” Kurt said.

“Now can we all please stop this conversation?” Kurt added.

“Why? How?” Rachel asked, unable to accept the fact that her best friend had his heart broken.

Blaine was finally prepared tell the truth, he knew that once he had chosen to do so, there was no turning back. But hey, at least he could be himself again.”


“It’s my fault,” you suddenly said, causing everyone to turn their heads and look at you.

“What?” Kurt asked.

“I’m sorry Kurt,” you apologised, looking down.

“No! It isn’t-”

“Yes it was,” you cut Blaine’s words off and glared at him.

“I gave him a magazine with Miranda Kerr as the cover girl, and it somehow became his sexual awakening,” you lied, biting your lips and hoping everybody would believe you.

“Miranda does that to people,” Sam added.

“I’m really sorry Kurt, I shouldn’t have given him that magazine-”

“It’s fine. Would have happened in the future anyway,” Kurt said, before leaving the practice room with Rachel.

Just like that, a new lie had been told. Only this time, it was a white lie.

“What just happened?” Blaine approached your locker immediately, enraged and confused as to what you were thinking.

“Sometimes, saying a white lie is better than telling the truth. Kurt would have been a train wreck,” you explained.

Blaine sighed and hit the lockers. Maybe you were right.

“Hi, my name is Y/N L/N,” you suddenly uttered and raised your hand out for a handshake.

“What’s this for?” Blaine asked, looking confused.

“Giving you another chance to start anew,” you smiled.

“Hi, my name is Blaine Anderson and I’m completely in love with you,” he smiled.

Masquerade part. 1

(Author’s Note: Here is the next installment of The Meeting. I will leave a link to the master list and the link to the song for this chapter. I am also on Wattpad now, the user name is the same as here. Please feel free to follow me on there if you want. I hope you enjoy and please leave feedback!💕)


Feeling Good x Michael Buble

“Its time to get ready, Princess.”  Bruce leaned down and whispered in her ear, shaking her shoulder. Iris tossed the covers over her head as he walked back into the bathroom. He allowed her to take a small nap while the fundraiser started but nap time was over.

She had been staying with Bruce for the past couple of days. The first night Bruce took her back to her apartment to pick up Raksha and a couple of other things she needed but wouldn’t let Bruce buy for her. He even drove her to and from work, meeting her outside her job every day for lunch.

“Do I really have to get up?” She complained as she poked her head out from underneath the covers. He was still in the bathroom struggling with his bowtie in the mirror.

“I definitely think that you should join the party. There is going to be food, alcohol, and…” 

“Old, lonely men with too much money undressing me with their eyes as they try to keep up the small talk so that they can continue to undress me.” She rolled her eyes and sunk back into the bed. She hated being ogled at like she was some prized piece of meat.

“They’re not all like that. Besides, I’ll be there to protect you from the old scary men.” He walked out of the building taunting her, still struggling with his bow tie. 

‘Bruce Wayne, eccentric billionaire has trouble tying his tie.’

With a sly smile Iris got up and made her way to him. She wore a silk royal blue nightgown with a matching robe that billowed out behind her as she walked. He watched her intently as she undid his mess and tied the bowtie perfectly.

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“All set Mr. Wayne.” She smiled up at him, patting his chest and admired her handiwork. He tore his gaze away from her to look in the full length mirror on the wall next to them.

“I’ll see you down stairs, okay Iris.” His voice was playfully stern as he placed a gentle kiss on her lips. He took one more look in the mirror and then walked over to the bedroom door.

“I’ll be down within the hour.” She swore.

“Okay. There is another little surprise in the drawer for you, wait until you’re ready to come down before you open it.” Without waiting for a response he winked and was out the door. She turned around and looked the bedside drawer and was tempted to open it up but decided for once she’d do as she was told. 

Iris walked into Bruce’s closet, where he’d been keeping her gown, he told her that it was a surprise and she couldn’t see it until the night of the fundraiser. In the middle of the closet floor was a large white box with a bow, she picked it up and walked back into the bedroom, she placed the box on the bed and pulled at the bow. 

She opened the box to reveal the most beautiful dress she’d ever seen. Underneath the dress was a pair of strappy black louboutins and a pair of large diamond studded earrings. 

‘oh my…’

She squealed and ran into the bathroom where Bruce left all the make up that he’d bought her. She gave herself a drastic black smokey eye, accentuating her brown eyes, then a fierce red lip. Finally she gave herself an elegant mohawk, slicking down the sides of her hair and styling the rest in curls that fell down her back.

When she was satisfied with her look, she went back into the bedroom to slip on her fishnet thigh highs, hooking them to her garter the she slid the dress up her body. The dress had slit high on her leg stopping at her mid thigh. She added her new heels and earnings to finish the look. The earring sparkled in the light making it look like she had stars hanging from her ears.

Finally she turned to the bedside table opening the drawer to find another small box. Inside was a matte black venetian half-mask, trimmed with shimmering gold paint. Carefully she placed the mask on her face and hid the band within her hair. In the mirror, she could see that glossy white cracks ran throughout the mask. She smiled at herself then left the room

‘How fitting.’

“Good evening, Alfred.” She sang out once she reached the stairs. The sound of her heels clicking against the marble gave her a new confidence, a new power. 

“Always a pleasure, madam. Are you ready to join the festivities?” Alfred asked, extending his arm. 

“As I’ll ever be.” She sighed. Linking her arm with his, they made their way down the stairs. Slowly and gracefully she seemed to slide down the stair case. Looking around she saw Bruce at the bottom of the stairs with a group of people, they all had their eyes glued on Iris. 

“Is that lovely creature coming down to mingle with us, Bruce?” She heard one of the men with him say. At the bottom of the stairs Iris let go of Alfred and sauntered over to Bruce, putting on a little show for him. He opened his arm to her.

“I would like you all to meet a very good friend of mine, Iris.” Bruce announced when she made it to them; his eyes, hidden behind a simple white mask, never left her. He placed his arm protectively around her waist as she greeted his guests.

“A true pleasure to meet you all.” Iris lied flashing them all her biggest fake smile, earring a nice bump from Bruce. She giggled as Bruce began to strike up another conversation with the group of guests he was with. Every person in the manor was expensively dressed with over embellished masks, some with large feather plumage others overly adorned with jewels.

“Now why don’t we talk about merging with Wayne Enterprises, eh Bruce?” She snatched a flute of champagne from a waiter passing by, and turned on her heel while Bruce was stuck in conversation with the people. She rolled her eyes and walked over to the small orchestra.

Hugging herself with one arm she closed her eyes and began to sway to the music. A man next to the orchestra began to sing to the music, making everyone freeze in their tracks at his voice. All conversation stopped as his voice floated through the air. A hand landed on the small of her back and she turned to see Bruce standing next her. 

“Dance with me.” He took the champagne from Iris and took her to an open space on the floor. He pulled her into him taking one of her hands in his and placing the other on her back. She smiled and set her arm on his shoulder and he spun her around the dance floor. 

Other couples began to join them as the jazzy song began to pick up, it had a saucy energy that seemed to be fueling Bruce. Some of the others watched in shock as Bruce danced with Iris, she looked up at him and saw that he was smiling bigger and brighter than she’d ever seen before. Her smile spread bigger when Bruce picked her up and spun her in the air. She giggled as he placed her back on the ground and spun her in a small circle. 

Bruce dipped Iris and brought her up slowly as the song came to an end. She felt like everyone was watching them at this point. Everyone began to applaud as the singer took a bow. Iris let go of Bruce and turned to applaud the man as well, another waiter passed by and she grabbed another glass of champagne and began to fan herself.

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“Will everyone move to dining room for the auction.” Alfred announced from the stairs; she watched as all of the guests moved together toward the dining room. Bruce walked up and placed an arm around her waist, smiling down at her.

“What auction?” she asked looking around, the ballroom was almost completely empty as everyone filed into the dining room.

“Its a bachelor/bachelorette auction.” He said ushering her into the room with the rest of the guests. 

“Why choose something like that?” She asked emptying her glass, handing it to the nearest waiter. 

“A few people on the board voted for it.” He said ushering her towards the dining room with the rest of the guests.

“Are you in it?” She asked as she took another champagne flute on their way in.
“No, but a few people signed you up for it.” Iris stopped in her tracks and whirled around to face Bruce.

“What do you mean ‘signed you up’?” She said narrowing her eyes.

“Don’t worry princess, I’m walking out with you.” He tilted her chin up and smiled at her. His hand slid down to her back and they began to walk again. Once in the crowded room, the waiters closed the doors and continued walking around with their trays of hors-d’oeuvres and champagne.

“Bruce, I don’t think I can do this.” She turned back to him and lowered her voice, hoping that none of his colleagues were listening in. 

“Its okay, just think about going home with the poster boy of Wayne Enterprises.” He said playfully giving her his best boyish smile. Iris sighed in frustration and walked towards the group of people in the auction. 

It was a while before it was Iris’ turn, she could hear how much people were being bought for and it made her more nervous. Almost everyone had made a bid on a least one person and she just knew that the only person to bid on her would be Bruce. 

“Next up we have twenty-four year old, Iris.” The heavy curtains opened and the light shone on her as she walked out onto the runway. She walked with forced confidence, trying her best to be sexy enough to earn some money for the fundraiser.

“Lets start the bidding at five-thousand.”


Iris almost choked at the starting bid.

Multiple paddles flew up at once and the bidding had begun. Iris walked up and down the makeshift runway while people continued to bid on her, the bids got higher and higher with each passing second.

“Seventy-thousand.” Iris’ head snapped up and everyone in the dining room gasped when they heard the bid. She looked around for Bruce but found a man, wearing a full mask, standing with his paddle high in the air.

“Ninety-thousand.” Across the room, Bruce’s paddle flew up. Iris stood frozen on the runway, the entire room was quiet as they waited for the next bid.

“$120,000” The man said calmly, looking from Iris to Bruce.

Under the lights, Iris saw Bruce’s face harden as the man continued to bid on her. She held her breath as she looked between Bruce and the strange man. The bidding war had begun and neither of them was backing down. Heads turned at each bid as if there was a tennis match taking place right above their heads.

“$900,000.” The man said, he turned from Bruce and looked directly at Iris.

“Two million.” Bruce’s voice rang throughout the dining room and more people gasped, everyone began to talk at once. His voice had come out cool and but Iris could hear that he had to force the calm out. She looked back to the other man as the auctioneer closed the bidding. 

‘What the fuck was that!?’

“You can leave the stage now miss.” The man’s voice brought Iris back to the world and she rushed backstage. She walked briskly back to the ballroom, trying to get to the liquor cabinet in the kitchen as fast as she could. As she walked past the stairs someone grabbed her arm and pulled her to a hidden space next to the railing. She yelped, looking around and found Bruce, he looked down at her his face still set in an irritated expression.

“Bruce, what the hell was that?” She said holding onto his arm for dear life. He glanced around before looking down at Iris.

“I don’t know, I didn’t think I’d have to do that.” He looked down at her, forcing himself to smile. Iris didn’t buy it for one reason. She didn’t know if it was a testosterone fueled thing or if Bruce was actually concerned about what happened during the auction. 

‘What is going on?’

“Stick with me for the rest of the night.” Iris nodded her head. Bruce put his hand possessively on the small of her back and escorted her back to the ballroom. The auction ended and everyone was filling back into the ballroom. Some were standing around gossiping about the show that  Bruce and the man put on over her. Bruce took a glass of champagne off of a waiter’s platter and handed it over to Iris.

‘The night is almost over…’ 

Iris downed the entire glass in one quick gulp and flashed her best fake smile as Bruce stopped them in front of another group of his guests. Nervously, she looked around for the man who’d bid on her but he was nowhere to be found.

‘Maybe he was scared off…’


Don’t Trust Me (Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You are captured by S.H.I.E.L.D and possess a strange ability and knowledge of a foreign threat. When the Avengers are called in, they decide to help you. But can you be trusted? Besides the eminent danger, there is an annoyingly handsome guy with a metal arm who just loves to push your buttons.

Part 1

Word Count: 1659

Warnings: Age of Ultron spoilers, possible language, angst

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Fury led you and everyone else into a courtyard outside. The sun warmed your face as you stepped outside. You turn to face them.

“I can manipulate the air.” You said. A breeze blew through the group, rustling leaves and loosening strands of hair. Tony snorted.

“That’s it?” He asked. You turn slowly, and raise two of your fingers. A strong blast of wind knocked Tong back about ten feet. Everyone tensed up, ready to fight. Tony grunted, climbing back to his feet and rejoining the group.

“It’s okay, calm down. I deserved that one.” He grinned. “So you can also fly?” You frowned.

“I’m not exactly sure. I use the air to support me and use it to propel myself in the direction I want to go. Like this.” You slowly rise off the ground, feeling the air moving beneath you. Vision rises with you, measuring your pace.

“Interesting,” he murmured. “Very controlled, and very efficient.” You lower yourself back on to the ground, landing softly. Bruce looked excited.

“Have you ever tried that with another person? Supporting the with air?” You could see the inner scientist within him bubbling with questions and theories. You smile.

“I’ve never tried it, actually. Any volunteers?” You look around.

“I’ll try.” Bucky said, his face amused. “The last time I almost flew was that zip line back in Germany. Remember, Steve? Payback from Coney Island?” Steve laughed.

“Karma never loses an address, Buck.” You walk over to Bucky. He stares into your eyes, slightly apprehensive. Controlling your hands, you force the air under the two of you, and you both slowly rise together. Bucky looks shocked at first, and grabs your forearm. You giggle.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He smiles a bit as you rise higher, gazing at the entire S.H.I.E.L.D compound.

“This is incredible,” he said. Bucky turned back to look at you. “An amazing view.” He smiles softly. You lower the both of you back on to the ground. Bruce whistled.

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Request: So I know you’re really busy but I wanted to send this in before I forgot. Can you do one where Sam gets hit with a truth spell on a hunt, but instead of confessing his feeling to the reader (as per usual) he accidentally confesses Cas’s feelings for the reader?

Request: Can you do one where the reader gets all embarassed and blushy when people wink at her so Sam and Dean tease her about it and wink at her all the time once they find out and they even get Cas to do it?

Request: Can you do a Casxreader fic where they both like each other, but they’re to dense and shy to do anything about it so Sam and Dean take it into their own hands? And please add in plenty of teasing from the boys about the whole thing

Request: Sam is exhausted and pushing himself way too far and he won’t go to bed and he’s keeping himself awake so dean and cas try to subtly make him fall asleep (music soft voices/singing blanket… Maybe some sleeping stuff..) thanks :)

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Morning in Paris

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Language

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first Bucky Barnes one shot. I hope you like it. I’ll be updating Fire and Ice this Sunday.

Summary: You have been living at the compound for over two months now. At first The Avengers had to get used to you teleporting around and appearing out of nowhere, but eventually they got used to it. At least that’s what you thought. When you overhear a conversation between Bucky and Steve you decide that it might be better if you leave the compound… for good. 

Word Count: 2.301

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Your stomach rumbled and you looked up from the book you were reading. You placed it on the table next to the couch in your room and got up. You teleported into the kitchen, scaring the crap out of Bucky who was making a sandwich.

‘Jesus, Y/N!’ he yelled as you appeared next to him. ‘Stop doing that!.’

You chuckled and opened the fridge. You searched for something edible and your eyes landed on some leftover from last nights meal.

‘Why can’t you just walk around like a normal person?’ Bucky asked as you put the leftovers into the microwave.

‘And miss the opportunity to scare the crap out of you? Nah, I think I’ll pass’ you said as you hopped onto the counter.

‘Unbelievable’ Bucky muttered. He took a bite from his sandwich and went to stand next to you. ‘So, what are you going to do today?’

You shrugged. ‘I think I’ll just finish my book and see if Natasha wants to train with me. Why?’

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